I meet up with the girls at the club. Our table is close to the bar and to the dance floor. Some of us our out on the floor dancing and working up a... sweat. When the song is over, I go up to the bar next to you and order a beer. You ask if you could buy me a shot. We drink the shot and I go back to my table. A slow song comes on and you ask me to dance, you pull me close. So close that i can feel your dick hardening. My nipples are getting hard, too. you beging to kiss me and whisper in. As she did so, I stole a long look at her nicely tanned legs. There wasn’t a flaw on them at all. Not one blemish or pimple or stray unshaved hair or anything. In fact, the only thing she had was a little black tattoo about the size of a quarter on the outside of her right ankle of a black spade like in a deck of cards with a large white Q in the center of it. It was bright like it was brand new and it was beautifully drawn. I sat wondering what it meant if there even was a meaning to it.. .. haaa ... can’t climb a ... haaa ... damn hill ... haaa ... how am I going to ... haaa ... get our home back?”That had an immediate effect on my sister. Her concerned frown bloomed into a beautiful smile, and she even rubbed my back for a brief moment.“That’s my pr ... ah, that’s my brother,” she said, before stepping back, “Take all the time that you need, I’ll take care of your things for now.”This stupid sister. You’re supposed to be the one falling for me, not the other way around.“Wow,. The lust filled mother positioned herself above him, and she lowered her pussy to his cock, starting to slide her wet choot up and down his lund as Raja pushed his meat up into her hole. She let out a gasp and reached to place her hands on her son’s hairy chest as he started driving in and out of her pussy fuck me fuck me son fuck me husband make my cunt cum.Do you love having your mother ride you, Raja? Allah you feel so good fuck me, my king yes! The horny son continued pounding his mother’s.